Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

The sound of footsteps approached.

Tang Song instinctively spread his arms wide.

In the next second, a body carrying a scent, mixed with a chill, heavily collided into his embrace.

He caught a faint whiff of fragrance from her hair, and with each breath, it seemed as if the whole world slowed down.

”I calculated it perfectly,” Liu Qingning, with her face buried in his chest, spoke in a muffled yet prideful voice, ”as you come running down from upstairs, it will be exactly midnight.”

Tang Song looked down, observing her nose, reddened from the cold, and gently kissed the top of her icy hair.

His voice, tender enough to melt the entire winter night:

”Happy birthday, Qingning.”

”Thank you, Song.”

She rose on her tiptoes, leaving a cool yet exceedingly gentle kiss on his cheek.

Then she just quietly gazed at him, her eyes filled with an inextricable tenderness and smile.

”Today is my birthday,” she suddenly said, with a touch of familiar assertiveness in her tone, ”just like before, you absolutely won’t make me upset. You’ll listen to everything I say, right?”

”Right.” Tang Song nodded with a smile, affectionately rubbing her head.

Liu Qingning instantly revealed a cunning smile.

She planted her left hand on her hip and pointed at him with her right, ”Squat down.”

Tang Song chuckled lightly, then obediently bent down into a half squat.

Liu Qingning nimbly hopped up, nestling steadily on his broad and solid back.

”With you blocking the wind for me, it’s warm all of a sudden.” She pressed her chilly cheek against his shoulder, ”Let’s head to Third Middle School Street, I want a sesame bun stuffed with pork tenderloin.”

In the county, the ”Third Middle School Street” was a night market that began to flourish during their high school years.

Starting from 8 p.m., it typically stayed busy until three or four in the morning.

On the evening of the first day back to school, they would often come here for a stroll.

Liu Qingning’s favorite was the sesame bun stuffed with pork tenderloin.

But ever since starting internships in their senior year, they hadn’t gone there together at night.

”Let’s go!” Tang Song grasped her well-proportioned thighs, turned his head, and kissed her ice-cold, rosy cheek.

He stood up and strode forward.

In the pitch-black night sky, a silver crescent moon popped out from behind the clouds, its cool radiance enveloping the two of them.

In the depths of an early winter night, the streets were sparsely populated.

Tang Song carried her, walking step by step.

The evening breeze stirred the fallen leaves on the ground, chasing their footsteps.

It also gently swayed Liu Qingning’s ponytail, which occasionally brushed against Tang Song’s face, tickling him.

Liu Qingning lay on Tang Song’s back, breathing in his familiar and reassuring scent.

Gazing at his distinct side profile, feeling the solid touch, her heart was at peace.

After turning two streets, they arrived at the bustling night market of Third Middle School Street.

Lights brightly illuminated, steam swirling high.

The cumin scent of grilled gluten, sauce aroma of iron-plated squid, sizzling sound, chatter...

All intertwined, brimming with lively street life.

”Wow, that shop grilling cold noodles is still there, with loads of customers.”

”Want to try a portion?”

”No way! I absolutely have to have the sesame bun stuffed with pork tenderloin today!”

...

As the two chatted, they entered the bustling night market.

Even dressed casually, Tang Song’s refined and upright presence still attracted numerous glances.

Especially with the buff from Jing’s [fair complexion], which emitted a healthy, cool white glow under the night lights.

Noticing the amazed gazes from several girls.

Liu Qingning’s eyebrow slightly furrowed; she stretched out her small hand to pinch his handsome face, grumbling under her breath, ”Always attracting admirers!”

Tang Song could only smile sheepishly and lower his head.

They arrived at that familiar street corner location.

Tang Song adeptly ordered, ”Boss, one sesame bun stuffed with pork tenderloin, extra sauce, mild spice, the meat fried tender.”

Liu Qingning jumped off his back, laughingly added, ”And a piece of fried tofu.”

”Got it!” The boss swiftly went to work.

The sesame bun and tofu rolled in the scorching oil; a fresh piece of pork tenderloin pressed on the iron plate created a sizzling sound, with an enticing aroma wafting.

The two held hands, enthusiastically watching the boss at work, occasionally whispering a few words to each other.

After waiting for a few minutes, a steaming hot sesame bun stuffed with pork tenderloin was handed to Tang Song.

They moved to a relatively quiet roadside.

Tang Song opened the paper bag, blew off the steam, and held it out to Liu Qingning’s mouth.

Liu Qingning opened her mouth, taking a big bite, her cheeks puffing out, resembling a little hamster.

After a moment, she furrowed her brows and said, ”Why does it feel not as tasty as before? The sauce’s flavor has changed.”

”Really?” Tang Song took a bite himself.

The taste was actually pretty good, but indeed somewhat different from before.

Liu Qingning, slightly crestfallen, said, ”Then let’s go get a grilled cold noodle instead.”

”Alright, sweet, sour, and spicy, your favorite.” Tang Song nodded with a smile.

They waded through the crowded stalls and throngs to reach the memorable grilled cold noodle stall.

The once always cheerful lady boss was gone, replaced by a young guy with glasses.

The stall was tidied up neatly, and beside it even a phone was set up for live streaming.

Probably the boss’s son, inheriting the family trade.

Unlike before, the grilled cold noodles now came with various new options like cheese, crab sticks, various vegetables...

Liu Qingning still ordered the most basic sweet, sour, and spicy flavor, only adding an egg.

When the grilled cold noodles were ready, Tang Song used a bamboo stick to pick up a small piece, holding it out to her lips: ”Try this.”